When I was a little boy, I remember my Grandfathers's second wife,and the only Grandmother I ever knew, telling me about her father. He was a solider in the Spanish American war. The one story that stuck, even from childhood, was about how the troops got so thirsty, at one point, that they drank horse piss.
One day I found myself setting on the dike of a rice paddy. I was watching a water buffalo piss in the water I had just filled my canteen with. I dropped a black iodine tab in. Swished it around for a wile. Than drank a toast to that old gentleman, where ever he was.
Now, I know dust in your DVD player is a serious matter. But, you have to admit that news article is funny.